Kendall's POV
After the time I spent in the Mage's society, I went to the help the others in Dwarvenhall, pinpointing the place and teleporting there. It was easy for me to get there. I reached only to grab a hold of the nearest surface which was the rail of a random dwarf's wooden front porch. The dwarves on the inside of the house cowered when they noticed me as though I was a threat as well…
I'd read somewhere that the dwarves had been slaves to those that performed magic in Armensia, but I didn't know it was this bad. Somehow the earthquake that was no doubt coming from Jacob was the last of my worries. 'What is going on here?'
